Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Partna

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Who why we won't stop
It on and on and on....
Who why we won't stop
(nobody nobody make a sound)
It on and on and on....

Hey my got this way wit his toungue
He told ya boy me tha money wait right here til I'm done
And made
we get ya we gon' floss like stars
From buyin to everybody drinks at charles
We got them cars black range rover wit
Big beama amg kit with them
Bro we
Like when buck at tha park
girls be screamin
Ya'll don't make them start
we say shhhh!
They be
we say jump,
They say
When I say get out my face preach
They do it right
It ain't no mystery my partnas I'm gangsta as hell
Bustin raps but so first I got dank ta sell.
mo bails
Three mo blocks two mo
Ay everybody ridin gatorbacks and got chrome
All the got gates and all the kids wear nikes
And ain't nobody girl trippin cause we'll cut of the

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hit tha club
Hate ta be a
tha night we get it tight and see who clockin the most
Just bailed in off them streets
off a lick 5 g's a piece
Me and my favorite gangsta partna did this mornin
We get love from decatur cause we run this
It felt good bro runnin off wit all that
Man I had that nigga lay it down it for sho
Suckas flexin n' flauntin they gonna buck what wanna
When police look we ask em tha fuck they want
We some high school drop-outs wit high class
Gettin weight from outta
And em we got robbed
Calhoun jeans brand new pockets fat
3 level condos wit a hustle ta

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Boi it's time ta beat the sac man tha last one I'm why me and my
partna,boots? be dirty from all the workthat we put innigga got cut up
Firstthen I in
We takin it back to 8's
Ya'll niggas thought we
I'm bout that old school shit
From the
Get so fiery the gentlemens club and
out ya crops
Nigga stop
Magic right around the block
And you know the (? ? ? ? ? ) on the
And drop
But I I'm gonna catch the crib
Gotta get up in the mornin and fix breakfast for my kid
And I did boy sho as my name is but it ain't
My gangsta partna pulled some young bitches at tha rink
Don't let them niggas up the dank
He nigga what you thank
Your gangsta turnin cake

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